The Years Between || G.W

2012 - Emma's POV

***A/N*** Hey everyone! Back again! I'm doing my best to get as much of this book done as I can in the days I have off because I may or may not have already started working on the next book in this series! If all goes according to my plan, there should be 22 parts left of "The Years Between" (not including this guy you're about to read) and then prepare yourselves for "The Middles" starring our favourite Weasleys (or at least some of our favourites Theo and Annie! Till next time xx

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Packing things away in boxes takes a lot out of you. Especially when your four-year-old son does everything in his power to make sure that it takes as long as humanly possible.

"He can't breathe in there Mum," Darcy says as he rips through one of the boxes that I've put all his toys in, "How is he going to make it to the new home if he can't breathe!"

"Darling, he's a stuffed toy, they don't have lungs," I say, clearly exhausted by it all.

Darcy screams now, just incoherent noise before finally finding what he was looking for, "He's got lungs Mum, see? Look! He's breathing!"

"My love he's moving because you're moving."

"I'm not moving!"

"You're moving."

Darcy huffs then goes to sit on his bed, "I like it here. Why we gotta go?"

"Because it's not safe for us anymore," I say, not really expecting my son to understand what I mean.

"Because Daddy keeps giving me letters?"

Travis slipped a birthday card for Darcy under the door in September and he's been taking about it ever since. Course it didn't have anything in it, just a signature and a little 'happy birthday little guy' written in it.

"Because Daddy knows where we are and I don't want him to know that anymore," I say to him, "Because if Daddy knows where we are then he'll come back. Do you want to see your Daddy?"

"No Mum."

"Well then. Pack your toys, Mum needs a break."

I get up off the ground and walk out of Darcy's room. Audrey helped me find a place, still in Muggle London, but closer to the Alley. Giving me a safe haven whenever I need. I don't want to move either. I had a lot of firsts in this flat. I have to keep reminding myself that there are more firsts to come.

"When we get out of here I want to have a place right by the shop you know," Fred swings our arms back and forth as we walk through the halls. We're both supposed to be studying for our NEWTs but Lee and Walter started snogging in the library and Violet and George are nowhere to be found.

"When we get out of here I need to have a garden," I say to him, "I don't care where we live, I want a garden. I want to be able to plant stuff. Make things grow."

Fred laughs, "I don't think there's going to be a place for a garden in the Alley love."

"Then I don't think I can live in the Alley."

Fred stops walking, spins me around so we are facing each other and cups my face in his hands, "I'll find you a garden, and whatever else you need to be happy."

I laugh and he pecks my forehead, "All I need is you to be happy Weasley."

"So bun the garden?"

"Okay, I need you and a garden and my life will be complete."

"You, me, a garden, and a few kids running about to help you keep it in check."